Top 68 My Rose Garden Quotes
#1. She could make her office my rose garden, forever, if she so chose.
Elise Kova
#2. Without dreams life is a desert,
like a rose garden without rose.
Debasish Mridha
#3. White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden vows, Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
#4. Michael looked around the beautiful garden with its many colored flowers, fragrant lemon trees, the old statures of the gods dug from ancient ruins, other newer ones of holy saints, the rose-colored walls across the villa. It was a lovely setting for the examination of twelve murderous apostles.
Mario Puzo
#5. Editing is like pruning the rose bush you thought was so perfect and beautiful until it overgrew the garden.
Larry Enright
#6. Alexandra took the rose and lifted it to her face. The fragrance was intoxicating and the soft petals tickled her lips, as they must have done Benedict's. It was as if he had kissed her. A shiver of delight caressed her body and she felt the warmth of a blush on her throat and cheeks.
Ellen Read
#7. I heard a fella say once he'd rather have a rose bud when he was alive than to have a whole rose garden thrown his way after he is gone. It looks like they've (the National Baseball Hall of Fame in 1935) thrown the roses my way while I'm still here.
Home Run Baker
#8. There's a black rose growing in your garden.
H.D.
#9. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.
Andrew Marvell
#10. At the end; highest happiness will be, a white rose, in the garden of your eternal dreams.
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
#11. If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.
Rumi
#12. I think New Orleans is such a beautiful city. It looks like a fairytale when you walk through the French Quarter or the Garden District. There is such a lush sense of color, style, architecture - and the people themselves.
Anika Noni Rose
#13. She plucked a rose and held it to her face. She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.
Kiersten White
#14. There are fairies at the bottom of our garden.
Rose Fyleman
#15. A single rose can be a garden ... a single friend, my world.
Leo Buscaglia
#16. I think it was in the Rose Garden where I issued this brilliant statement: If I had a magic wand
but the president doesn't have a magic wand. You just can't say, 'low gas.'
George W. Bush
#17. In the embers shining bright
A garden grows for thy delight,
With roses yellow, red, and white.
But, O my child, beware, beware!
Touch not the roses growing there,
For every rose a thorn doth bear.
Richard Watson Gilder
#18. In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.
Rumi
#19. . . .in your light, had I learned to love, here
in your beauty, could I speak
knowing of this space close within
as the breath held inside a garden rose, there -
there is no time.
John Daniel Thieme
#20. Life is full of joy and beauty. Look around and notice it. Notice the little butterfly, a little baby with a smile, and the white rose in the garden. Notice a drop of dew on a green leaf in the morning sun. Touch the wind, smell the rain, and feel the joy. Live your life with beauty and joy.
Debasish Mridha
#21. My motrher says friendship should be slowly and carefully cultivated, like a rose garden, like a romance in a story. That every reason you care about someone should be rational.
She says I care too quickly.
But friendship has never been somenting I could do halfway
Betsy Cornwell
#22. She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odours bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
Sylvia Plath
#25. I am the weed cast out of the rose garden. I am the crow chased out of the dovecote.
Jessica Khoury
#26. A single rose can be my garden; a single friend, my world.
Leo Buscaglia
#27. Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently ... Can words describe the indescribable?
Rumi
#28. He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.
Lauren DeStefano
#29. In a maize field choose to be a flower. In a garden of daises choose to be a rose.
Matshona Dhliwayo
#30. An un-blossomed rose, in the garden we want to grow.
Paul Travis
#31. As a female pilot, the sacred rose garden in my heart is the motherland's blue sky.
Liu Yang
#32. The film opens up the world beyond Katniss' point of view, allowing the audience access to the happenings of places like the Hunger Games control room and President Snow's rose garden, thereby adding a new dimension to the story.
Suzanne Collins
#33. The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
T. S. Eliot
#35. Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
Omar Khayyam
#36. Too many American authors have a servile streak where their backbone should be. Where's our latest Nobel laureate? More than likely you'll find him in the Rose Garden kissing the First Lady's foot.
Edward Abbey
#37. Perez Hilton is an irritating wasp in the beautiful rose garden that is my life.
Lily Allen
#38. People where you live grow five thousand roses in one garden ... yet they don't find what they are looking for.
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
#39. In the garden of thy heart, plant naught but the rose of love.
Baha'u'llah
#40. Let your bookcases and your shelves be your gardens and your pleasure-grounds. Pluck the fruit that grows therein, gather the roses, the spices, and the myrrh.
Judah Ben Saul Ibn Tibbon
#41. I have amethyst geodes by my meditation - yoga room and large rose quartz throughout my back garden.
Miranda Kerr
#42. Christ has come into the world to lay out a garden wherein, amid splendor and abundance, there should thrive the violet of humanity, the myrtle of mortification, the rose of love, the lily of virginal souls, the laurel of confessors and the palm of martyrs.
Fr James Groenings
#43. Gardens can be sharp and spiky as well as rose-embowered and honeysuckle-twined: there are corners and settings where thistles are not such an asinine taste after all.
Robin Lane Fox
#44. She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose.
Oscar Wilde
#45. She felt vaguely upset and unsettled. She was suddenly tired of outworn dreams. And in the garden the petals of the last red rose were scattered by a sudden little wind. Summer was over
it was Autumn.
L.M. Montgomery
#46. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Edward FitzGerald
#47. Last week, when I went early into my garden, a rose-breasted grosbeak was sitting on the fence. Oh, he was beautiful as a flower. I hardly dared to breathe, I did not stir, and we gazed at each other fully five minutes before he concluded to move.
Celia Thaxter
#48. The puritan through life's sweet garden goes to pluck the thorn and cast away the rose.
Kenneth Hare
#49. A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
Oscar Wilde
#50. One of the tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon - instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
Dale Carnegie
#51. Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed the other side?
Alice Cary
#52. A man can always get his mind around a rose garden.
Suzanne Stroh
#53. The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie ... and a bore, too!
Joanne Greenberg
#54. I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with sunshine, there's got to be a little rain sometime.
Lynn Anderson
#55. You came suddenly shook me from my sleep and vanished.
In my heart you rose like the moon
but as I glanced at you, you disappeared.
Having had a glimpse of Your garden,
I have no more the patience to endure my existence ...
Rumi
#56. Two people, one city, different times; connected by a memoir. Can love exist in a city destined for decades of misery?
Ahmad Ardalan
#57. The sun shall always rise upon a new day and there shall always be a rose garden within me. Yes, there is a part of me that is broken, but my broken soil gives way to my wild roses.
C. JoyBell C.
#58. Isabeau had a garden insider of her.
M.J. Rose
#59. Two or more year ago she was out workin' in her rose garden one mornin' - did you know, boy, she's got over sixty different kinds out there? - and she said to me, said, 'Mr. Blakeslee, I wouldn't even mind dyin' if'n I could be buried in a bed of roses.
Olive Ann Burns
#60. Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Rumi
#61. In every garden grows one single rose so perfect that once the frost takes it, no other can grow there again. My rose is and will ever be my Edilyn. And I shall never stop mourning her. Illarion's Tattoo
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#62. My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme,
Vita Sackville-West
#63. One day when I ventured into the garden to regard its bloom,
My eyes beheld on a bower a withered rose.
When I inquired what had caused the blight,
"My lips for a moment opened in a smile in this garden," it replied.
Musharraf Ali Farooqi
#64. I don't like this, Toua," I go on. "We're like birds that have flown a very long way from their nest. We're like nettles in a garden full of hops. We shouldn't have to hide who we are. Our faces are unseen.
Rose Christo
#65. Money is like a mischievous cat; if you chase it around the neighborhood, it eludes you. It hides up a tree, behind the rose bush, or in the garden. However, if you ignore it and focus on what attracts the cat, it comes to you and sits in your lap.
M.J. DeMarco
#66. As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose,
Float in the garden when no wind blows,
Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows;
So the old tunes float in my mind,
And go from me leaving no trace behind,
Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.
Sara Teasdale
#67. Oliver ... '
'What?'
'I do like you.'
'But?'
'I just don't want you to think that I'm ... that is, I'm really not looking for ... '
'Hey.' I could hear the faint smile in his voice. 'It's a book, not an etching.
Susanna Kearsley
#68. A mother's love is like an everlasting bed of roses, that continues to blossom. A mother's love bears strength, comfort, healing and warmth. Her beauty is compared to a sunny day that shines upon each rose petal and inspires hope.
Ellen J. Barrier
